"I'm afraid of crushing your bones." Earth Child said.
"Just go easy on your strength."
Zhou Xuan trusted Earth Child's control over the Incense Power.
After all, as a top-level human world master of nine sticks of incense, if he couldn't grasp such control, how could he be called a master?
Both sides finished listening to the instructions, then they readied themselves.
"Mr. Bai Liu, please generate the dream."
Zhou Xuan raised his hand and said.
"Certainly."
Mr. Bai Liu suddenly raised his hand and tapped the gavel.
The storyteller generates dreams, using the Sound Wood as a signal.
At the same time, Zhou Xuan and Earth Child, having abandoned their incense resistance, were both enveloped by Mr. Bai Liu's dream.
It was a colorful and bizarre dream.
In the dream was a forest, with cows, horses, and deer herds soaring in the air.
Zhou Xuan entered the dream, his eyelids half closed, but he always maintained the last bit of consciousness,
